About Me

I'm Susan K. Droney and I write in several genres: children's books, mainstream fiction, thrillers, mysteries, and sensual/erotic romances.
I am published by Torrid Books, World Castle Publishing, and Devine Destinies.
Please click on the book covers or visit my website at: http://susandroney.com to read reviews, excerpts or to order my books.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

His jaw twitched. He couldn't help himself. Innocent, naive
women challenged him, now more than ever since he'd lost the love of his life.
Sage Ralston would be a challenge, and it had been too long since he'd had just
such a confrontation. She'd led a sheltered life, had few friends, and a strict
upbringing...all the ingredients to mold her into the woman who'd be perfect for
him. He'd show her a world she'd never known, and once she entered his world,
she'd be eager to stay.

She was a beauty. Her slim body, slightly rounded breasts,
small hips and those clear green eyes, as she innocently looked at him, made
him grow hard. He imagined running his hands through that beautiful auburn hair
as he laid her on the bed and mounted her. It would be soon…very soon. She
would make him forget all about the other woman…at least for a while.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Why are all these people standing around my car? Maybe they are just curious as to why it's
been abandoned on the side of the road.
No, that doesn't make sense, but it's the only explanation I can think
of right now.

I need to push my way through this crowd and get into my car
and be on my way. I'm pushing, but no
one is even acknowledging my presence.
I'm speaking, but why aren't they responding? Why do they appear as though they are looking right past me? I'm waving my arms. "Hello! Please let me through!"

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Hours later Farrel lay in the king-sized bed she shared with
her husband. She desperately wanted to fall into a deep sleep, then wake up and
be assured her life was just a bad dream. The hell she was living couldn't be
real because so much of her had died. Slowly over the years parts of her had
passed away, victim of a long painful death. She had been so unaware of it until one day she didn't know herself
anymore. The smile and forced happiness that she showed to the world were just
masks covering the person she'd become.

Her mind screamed to turn back time, but she knew that it
was too late. She could never bring back the happy, fun-loving person she had
once been. The past four years had murdered that person and she knew she could
not raise herself from the dead. She was mentally defeated.

Wednesday, January 06, 2016

Christine's jaw clenched and her fists tightened into little
balls. Today, the mental institution was releasing Jackson Bridges back into
society. The monster that had destroyed her daughter's life and changed
Christine's forever was being set free. He'd walk out on two good legs and
breathe on his own without tubes connected to his body. He'd eat his meals
without a feeding tube being crammed down his throat. He'd probably, most
likely, marry again and, God forbid, bring a new batch of monsters into this
world. She fought back bitter tears.